Name: The Sound of Night by Steve Bareham Productions
Duration: 3 min 42 s
Description: Touching song about a man anticipating a night with his love

Bullet Proof... I Wish I Was (Radiohead cover)

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “Room Without a Mirror” 

Woke at four,
shoes still by the door.
One light flickers,
floorboards warped and sore.

Numb from skin to sound,
clock has no more hands.
Staring at the ceiling cracks,
I still don’t understand.

Call me — dare you.
Feed the thought, undo me.
Fall through — dare you.
One breath away from losing.

This is a room without a mirror,
no one to face, no one to fear.
Days fold over, thin as air.
I speak, but no one’s there.

Three missed calls,
numbers I don’t save.
Voice notes haunt
the space I crave.

Can’t read my own reflections,
shades drawn tight.
My voice a slow infection,
folding out of sight.

Call me — dare you.
Feed the thought, undo me.
Fall through — dare you.
One breath away from losing.

This is a room without a mirror,
no one to face, no one to fear.
Days fold over, thin as air.
I speak, but no one’s there.

Every word’s a wire,
pulled too thin.
Every look’s a fire
I won’t let in.

Room without a mirror,
face without a name.
Lie here in the static,
feed the frame.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio · Calgary, Alberta

Artwork + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Room Without A Mirror

🖤✨ "The Edge of the Light" by The Miracle Syndicate

We walked through fire and through grace
Hand in hand, no need to speak
Now the road is fading out
The hills fall into sleep

There’s a hush beneath the trees
Something pulling at the seams

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Two birds rise into the dusk
Tracing what we used to dream
You lean in, your breath says nothing
Still, I know what you mean

There’s a warmth behind the ache
A stillness I can’t fake

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Let the wind decide the ending
Let the stars go out in peace
We’ve seen enough to stop pretending
And nothing here will cease

We are tired from the wandering…
So tired from the wandering…
Is this… is this…
…death?

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Distributed by:
Painful Records

All songs written by: The Miracle Syndicate

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate

The Edge of the Light

Everything we never released, recorded mainly in our bedrooms

I Want Your Brain To Be Healthy

I tried to speak but the air just shook,
Every word I had was one you took. 
The silence hums, but it stays too long
Im not awake.
A thousand faces I can’t mistake.
If love is gone then what am i.
A shadow falling through the sky.
Every word i had, was one you took.
If love is gone then what am i?
It fades too fast but it stays too long.

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MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, even ambient. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

The Sound of Night

Steve Bareham Productions

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